Nothing beats cucumber burps.
And nothing sucks more than being awoken by feelings of vomit-nausea in the morning.
I’ve been subject to both today, doncha know.
I’m not really an outdoors-y type of person, but today definitely belongs at the beach. It’s so nice out, even being deep indoors seems like it’s lit by sunlight. Why, Jesus? Why do we have to work?
Anna Nicole claims she’s with child again. Is she:
a) actually preggers
or
b) looking for an excuse to quit the TrimSpa and bloat up again on deep friend southern foods.
You be’s the judge.
I’m diggin’ the new Chrissy Aguilera song. It’s reminiscent of how Britney tried to take it in a new direction with "Toxic". We’ll see how it bodes for her ho’d up counterpart.
The new "Simple Life" just isn’t the same since Paris and Nicole aren’t friends anymore.
The best dreams are the ones where you’re flying. I love those.
I’m somewhat disturbed by the fact that we’re expected to vote today and it’s 6/6/06. P.S. If you really wanna be scared, see the original "Omen", not the umpteenth remake spewed out by Hollywood of something that was better in its original form (e.g. "Freaky Friday". Lindsay Lohan ain’t no Jodie Foster, fer sure.)
Holler. Back. You all.
I’ve felt nauseous all day today. Is it because of:
a) the Odwalla Blueberry-whiskey mix I had last night
b) the heat
or
c) a combination thereof
And on that deadly sexy note, who’s gonna be my date for Pride this year?
